The mansion is in disrepair
This edifice of soul
Has become a shrouded lair
Fallen and not whole
The stone which I did not accept
As my cornerstone
In full integrity is kept
And in strength enthroned
The heaven’s darken as they weep
From this foolish builder
My rejection, yes its price is steep
My steeple is off-kilter
Is it too late to fix my house
My psychic edifice?
May I still humbly as a mouse
All my sins confess?
I ask to accept this heavy stone
And bravely move it not
And with great care, and patience grown
Build with all I’ve got
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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